An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

they had surpassed

this though to the very end and make

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and get their face masks…" Sherlock said with

as he was the shortest among them, but he chose to ignore the fact and hoped everyone also did

no one brought

look at us." Richard smiled at

because we're stronger,

than Miasma that would be drifting in the air, so there was really no chance for them to be poisoned

the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana Potions of all kinds so they

was doubtful that they would

peddlers to make some money." Sherlock shrugged. "I

Dungeons, especially if it was a large

difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their rates could go from

involved would have no choice but to buy those items—whether it be Potions or Enchanted Items—due

venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just to

need to focus on those behind us. It should be

everyone cast their gaze on the man in his dark coat and

his briefcase like a traveling

importantly, he had remained quiet for

Until now.

know one thing." Jet glanced left and right, ensuring his eyes met every single

at the massive entrance

we don't focus on the task at hand, we could be

grim tone attached to them as he

were cases of strong Adventurers dying in Dungeons,

strong or weak,

strong was something that had to be cut off as soon as one possibly

unknown creatures that lurked

could not comprehend them, just as they could not understand the nature of